The Ultimate "Surprise" and Knowing When to Stop

All afternoon, Lin Chen was in a state of extreme excitement and extreme anxiety.

Little Moon's words, "There might be another 'surprise' tonight," played on a loop in his head like a curse.

Surprise? What surprise? Something even more... explosive than last night's photo?

No way, right? That one was already nuclear-bomb level!

How could it get any more explosive? Could she... could she be going to send... that kind of...?

No, no! Little Moon's so innocent and cute. She must have just been teasing me, right?

But she already went way too far last night! If she does it again today... will I even survive?!

He couldn't sit or stand still, and his work efficiency was shockingly low. Several times, he delivered documents to the wrong place, earning him a number of strange looks from his colleagues.

Through the glass wall, Yan Qingyue watched him looking so foolish, his mind elsewhere as he scratched his head and ears from time to time. She was in an exceptionally good mood.

This was exactly the effect she had wanted.

Mm, it was time to prepare tonight's "ultimate surprise."

As soon as work ended, Lin Chen was practically the first person to rush out of the office.

He needed to get home immediately and welcome—or rather, endure—the unknown "surprise" in a safe, private environment.

Once home, he couldn't be bothered to eat and wasn't in the mood for a shower. He sat on the sofa clutching his phone, like a consort waiting for the emperor to select her for the night, both eager and afraid.

Time passed unusually slowly.

At eight in the evening, his phone made no sound.

At nine, it was still as quiet as a chicken.

At ten...

Lin Chen began to question his life.

Is she messing with me? Didn't she say there'd be a surprise? Look how late it is!

Did she have to work overtime? Or... did she change her mind?

Could it be that she really is going to send something outrageous, but she's too embarrassed to do it?

Just as his thoughts ran wild and the anxious wait was about to drive him mad, his phone suddenly went haywire. "Ding, ding, ding, ding..."

It rang wildly, over and over!

A string of WeChat notification tones rang out ten whole times!

Lin Chen's heart leaped, and he fumbled to grab his phone.

It was Little Moon!

And... she had sent ten messages at once?!

They were all pictures?!

He held his breath instantly and tapped open the chat with a trembling finger.

Ten neatly arranged thumbnails appeared before his eyes.

Each one was beautifully composed, with suggestive lighting. The star was undoubtedly Little Moon, the one he both loved and "hated."

This time, the style of the photos was bolder and more... varied.

In one, she wore sexy lace garter stockings and reclined against the sofa, her jade-like legs crossed and a high heel dangling from her toes, languid and alluring.

In another, she had her back to the camera—though her full face wasn't visible, it could still be felt—revealing the ultimate temptation of a broad expanse of smooth back and a slender waist.

In another, she had just come out of the bath, a white towel wrapped around her body and wet hair draped over her shoulders, droplets sliding down her collarbone. It was an image of innocence with a deadly allure.

There was even one of her wearing his white shirt—posed for the photo, of course, but convincingly done. The hem of the oversized shirt just covered her buttocks, leaving her long, straight legs bare, while her gaze, viewed through a carefully arranged angle, looked innocent and seductive...

Ten photos, each one different, with ingenious angles and varied styles.

But every single one displayed feminine sexiness and charm to the fullest, brimming with suggestion and provocation.

Yet they all cleverly remained on the line between art and erotica. Compared with the direct impact of last night's photo, they left even more tantalizing room for the imagination.

This was no longer a nuclear bomb. This was Judgment Day itself!

A visual feast fit for a glutton!

A precise, devastating strike, tailor-made specifically for Lin Chen!

Lin Chen felt his brain go completely blank with a "boom." His blood, like boiling magma, surged through every limb and bone in an instant, and a certain implement for committing the deed reacted almost immediately, standing so vigorously it was about to explode!

His eyes were as wide as bronze bells, his breathing as heavy as a bellows, and his mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg!

I... I... I...

His mind was a complete blank, leaving only the most primal amazement and a surging tide of physical urges.

Ten... ten photos?!

I'm going to die! I'm really done for this time!

Not even Jesus can save me! Little Moon said so!

Th-this... who could withstand this?!

Is this something I get to see without paying?!

This is practically a crime!

Oh my God... how... how dare she... this is too... too...

He was incoherent, his fingers trembling so badly he could barely hold his phone. He felt heat in his nostrils, and something warm seemed to trickle out...

He wiped it away instinctively. Fuck!

His nose was really bleeding!

At home, Yan Qingyue watched the "The other person is typing..."

notification appear and disappear repeatedly on her phone screen. Meanwhile, she could clearly hear Lin Chen's inner howls, utterly overwhelmed, chaotic, and incoherent, as well as his physical reactions. At last, she couldn't hold it in and collapsed on the sofa, shaking with laughter.

The effect was even better than she had expected!

It seemed the power of this "ultimate surprise" was indeed extraordinary.

She laughed for quite a while before she managed to stop.

She checked the time and decided it had gone far enough.

She couldn't really scare him into something serious, or let him get so excited that he passed out.

After all, a steady stream ran far; there would be plenty of chances to "torment" him in the future.

So she typed unhurriedly, her tone carrying just the right hint of shyness and "concern":

"Well? [/snicker] Did you get your 'surprise'? Did you like it? [/shy]"

"But... you haven't said anything... don't tell me... it was too much for you and you fainted? [/sweat]"

"Hello? Chenxing? Are you still alive? [/poke]"

Lin Chen was scrambling to find a tissue to plug his nose. When he saw the messages, he felt like crying but had no tears.

With one hand over his nose, he typed with the other, his fingers trembling, and replied in a heavily nasal voice:

"Little Moon!!! [/spitting blood] [/spitting blood] [/spitting blood]"

"Y-y-you... you're trying to kill me! [/going crazy]"

"I... my nose is bleeding! It's really bleeding! [/crying]"

"It's... it's too much! I can't take it! I really can't take it!"

Yan Qingyue looked at his replies and nearly burst out laughing again.

His nose is bleeding? Is it really that bad?

Mm, it seemed he really had reached his limit.

She knew when to quit while she was ahead, and her tone turned "demure":

"Huh? Your nose is really bleeding?

I'm sorry~ [/pitiful] I didn't think you'd react so strongly~"

"All right, all right, looks like this 'surprise' was a bit too much... then I won't send any more in the future~ [/aggrieved]"

"Let's stop here for tonight~ Hurry and take care of that, then... get some rest early?

[/snicker] (Though I think you might not be able to sleep again~)"

"Good night, my 'fragile' Chenxing~ [/moon]"

After sending that, she once again put down her phone without hesitation, her mood euphoric.

Mm, the punishment had been delivered, the results were outstanding, and she had successfully left room for further "development."

Perfect.

On the other end of the line, Lin Chen read "I won't send any more" and "fragile Chenxing" and nearly spat out a mouthful of blood!

No more?! Don't!

Even though it's killing me, but... but... (He was struggling intensely inside.)

Who are you calling fragile?! This is a normal reaction!

No matter who it was, they wouldn't be able to take it!

But he didn't dare actually ask her to send more. He could only hold his nose and gaze at the ten photos in grief and indignation, endlessly savoring them, feeling as though he were about to be torn apart.

That night, sure enough, Lin Chen suffered yet another bout of insomnia.

And it was even more devastating than the previous two nights.

The ten photos played on a loop in his mind like a revolving lantern, all manner of titillating images and ultimate temptations intertwining.

They left his whole body burning as he tossed and turned. No matter how many cold showers he took, nothing helped.

Only when dawn was approaching did he fall into an exhausted stupor, his dreams filled with all sorts of indescribable scenes and Little Moon's sly smile.

The next day, when Lin Chen showed up at the office with dark circles to rival those of a protected endangered animal, a pale face, and unsteady steps, even having to secretly stuff a tissue into his nose now and then, all his colleagues gave him looks of sympathy tinged with admiration.

It took a special kind of talent to wear himself down to that state.

When Yan Qingyue saw the wretched state he was in, the hand holding her coffee cup trembled almost imperceptibly, and she had to make a great effort to suppress the smile threatening to spill from the corners of her mouth.

Mm, the aftereffects of the "surprise" seemed very long-lasting.

She decided to let him off for the time being.

After all, you couldn't shear a sheep bald all at once, could you?

She had to let him catch his breath before the next round of...

"Friendly communication."

Watching the fellow who could barely walk straight, Yan Qingyue took a sip of coffee, thoroughly pleased.

She was becoming more and more adept at this game.